The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1887-01-01
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ATale OF Other Days, by Christopher II. i
Epworth.
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awhile ! was nyena,ln, n,e,obas ,s,o,s
."p'''
ano toH'o osaet neceesafiee, on the morn
iuG l had devoted to the investigation, q
quick knock camo at the door. l opeued
Il, half f~ea,in, nv oho.,,v ~tr,orjS,hs
-" - e.o" % 'ne
'uaSe o' tne picture, Wou1d STAND before
me. But no. In his place wns q stout
rlddy, hale old man-.he proprietor ri
M, n,scs who had como n rno - =
u" " eo' Nv" !
il1ed my new quarters. l welcomed him
gladly. Ho wm G stern, matter-oi.iac,,
practical old fellow. In his presenc. I
c,ull y, co,u ami o,;at AMI coo, MI
~. :" eoo AAee
"ao hotn'nR "oout nun 70 oeWiiuer and
nystify me; but much to mako me more
like myselfthan l had been for davs hefore
WV ,AAi ","' wa aoout W 10. ne
eyed mo shrewdiy, took up q baaket and
shovel near him, and opened the door OF
the cellar, I knew. then. by his mamma
no. 4 u,, ~, II, to, 49,. .ta""
VOC NV ~ ', 'nas 'hefe ~aa
some hesnal ~oundaslon ior tho sounds !
mad heard. g
we Went down the dark and clumb.
ing slaiis. q liant gieam OF the taper
islied 10 i'ght the gloomy cavern IN which
W. louna ourselves, . we Sat down. at
me 1901 OF tho steps. TIL our eyes became
accustomed 10 inc ia,ht llRht:
,.1ou nave heard something mere that
senus you gown on this search, l tako IT.
saln mr.. Moorhonse, as he poked the
moist earth up WIN ma zane.
81 have. Ant. something which I do
nnt intend 70 near again, unless know
Inc reason OF H.
l., allow mnillea Knock came on the wall
oeeiue us, rs spoke.
"'lord ave M. Ia that itT exclaimed
Moofhouae, starting.
,Soihetnllg IKE y, l believe
we ray IN Silence Tor a time, but moth.
MS more came ,,isJa,
VINO used TO live here,s long agoT l
assea at lpet.
",Vne bothweli, l believe
And before him.
"Moorhouss' heaitated q moment, and
men answered, iranSiy:
"Aiy iad, III not deceive thee. Years
ago, when l was u o BOY, the house was
renamed ny Mofel!l-Antoine Morelli-
VINO was hung at last, Z rightly he de.
aefvea IL! ne VASE queer knave, and
usea 70 pot,ef hy the holr over a kind OF
sett!e, thinking no was going to find gold
al tle hol.om. Al last nc murdered a
man mere, IN TINS very h~orse--dont start
49, mas,--E@ triea, condemned, hung,
sna hes .onrea on totheI SIDE Of the fence,
andef',he stone cfots. NOW you have the
Who'll story:
MOT quite l ,nnsTered, turning sick
ahu lisns. ne "atss.
deep, sepuiehral voice seemed to
ecno ,he ~2fos, 81 my e!oo%, n Mr..
Aoefnouae ia!riy bounded IN bis seat.
Dld you hesr lns1, al l beilevs n
my very soul ne ls mere, close beside me,
at thus very moment.
y conid see better, now, and the old
m~an'sruddy lace had grown white. Moor
house. | aaid. canly'' ! shall never stay
mother night III TINS house. Yet, we
Won pc frightened away IRON this Just
YET.
mo, We WON'T ana summoning his
American courage to MS AID, he wiped his
iorsnead WIN ms handks'chlet and plant
ed his teet doggediy egAlnst the step on
which We we're sitting.
No otllef nlgnt, continued, II evsr
saw living man, saw Antoine Morelli-
and conyersed with him, too
'Eh!a Whatr
".He came from IN old tomb up on the
hillslde.-l followed him into il, and there
Sern his crucible, his books, his ~divining-
ROD; =,
'Laa! Lag! e]scuieted The old farm
er. growing stlll paler, you arc describing
what Eaa in The old tomb thirty years
ago. But II Mss never oesn there since.
have eeen 1t empty with my own eyes,
. the door wae nailed last to the rock
" 10 strange how often, when we are
hearing a irlghtiul Story, 1ome chance
Sofd may s'aItie u7, even when the tale
has Jailed to DO 80. What he said about
the mails struck a cold chill TO my very
neafs;
"'Neverth.Iess,' persisted, 7 saw it
all on that night; And the man who was
Win me opened and shat that heavy
door as II IT. haa been a wicker gate
4",Descfloc MN.
.'eo ana !oek at tho head which ia
painted on q wal IN The rooln above u.s.
IL look IKE hlmr
!, nv. IN Is . pel,ect picture,
Then you have seen him. he said,
with startling emphasis, Tor he painted it
himself before no dled.;iAnd do you
know, ne added, sinking his voice into a
low Whisper, tlm q again we have
tr!ea TO WASH inc painted Image OF, but it